WARNINGS: It's Shiro's turn to fuck up Lance. Yay!

There is carving into skin, eye gouging, vomit, and eye socket fucking. If you do not like any of those do not read. If you still choose to read, be careful and do not force yourself to experience something you do not like. If you are ok with reading this. Go on my fellow sick fucks.

EDIT: Soooooooo, I'm going back and rewriting parts of this before I update it. IF you see this message that means that chapter has been rewritten.


It was by some grand province that his work that day was completely and utterly..Normal. And he would not have it any other way. Lance got the same group of teens looking at video games debating if they could afford to get them or not. Got his usual round of seniors who don't know anything, or worse think they know more then him about his own job. Which was frankly the worst. Part of him wished he could rub it in their face's that he's older sometimes. Not that they'd believe him. He still looks mid twenties at the most.A break from the assholes came in the form of an old grandmotherly lady who was so sweet as he helped her load the...mega flat screen with matching surround sound system into her...fuck it was basically an orange monster truck. He did not expect that little lady who has an old lady afro dressed,matching grandma thick glasses and in a sweater and khaki skirt in summer to be driving that machine. He loved it though. He was living for it. She even told him her grandson broke the tv after raging at a game. She wasn't angry at all, the opposite in fact she said she was glad to have an excuse to get the system she wanted having put it off so long. Though she said she still told him never to let that happen again. Didn't want her new system ruined after all. She told him to call her Granny Jubilee and he wanted to adopt her to be his grandmother. This was why he was ok working retail. For good old Granny Jubilee.

Before he knew it his break time came and went faster then he wanted it to. Faster than anyone would want it to. Admittingly an hour goes by pretty darn fast when you're trying to explain/ come up with a reason to why you didn't call after leaving your friends house last night. Specially when you promised to and they were a big soft worrying Teddy Bear in human form. " Look Hunk I told you I just got home and past out immediately."

" You could of call this morning. You work too hard man you should take more then one day off a week!" came the reply from said teddy bear. Also known as Hunk. the best person that the world doesn't deserve.

"Why yes mother. Anything you say mother."

"You will never see the Sandle coming Lance. Never. I got to go. Say hi to Coran for me! Pidge told me to tell you next time you don't call she will mount a search and rescue her damn self. We thought someone dragged you into an alleyway and well.. You know! We were worried! About you!"

"Im faster than i look. And yeah yeah Nothing like that happened and yes. I promise i'll call next time bro. Double triple promise with sugar daisies. Sorry to make you worry about my maiden hood." Lance just shook his head fondly at Hunk as they hung up the call. That man was one of his oldest and closest friends. Even if Hunk didn't remember some of their time together in the past. See. Hunk was one of those he mentioned that he's met before via being reborn and all that shit. Reincarnation was a very funny thing. Always looked similar. Sometimes identical. But always different too.

Lance remembers how he first met him when they were in the army together, fought in a war side by side as brothers in arms. If you can call Hunk,Cadet Yellow at the time, puking at the first sight of any real danger, and being put on technical duty as actually fighting in a war together. That was only the beginning they were thrusted into treal combat soon enough. Both looking for some meaning neither understood. Lance to feel like he could be useful with his curse. Later he learned war was nothing more than a pissing battle in the end. Yellow though was there to prove something to himself. What it was Lance never got to find out. Yellow's first death still haunted lance. The way many others did. Remembers them charging. Remembers the rain, the hunger. The pain from bullet wounds and infection just barely staved off. Remembers Yellow saving him. HIM. the one who couldn't die. He promised to tell Yellow's mother that he was a hero. She was gone before he got to her too. That always panged him. He at least made sure Yellow was buried next to her.

Yellow died the very definition of a hero.

Sometimes Lance found himself wishing Hunk remembered being 'Cadet Yellow' but alas he was simply Hunk Garrett now. A simple mechanic. A genius one but a mechanic nonetheless. One that absolutely loved restoring old cars keeping them old looking on the outside,antique, yet completely updating the display and dash into a high tech wonderland. Though that's just one of his side passion funded by the garage his family owns. Another passion Hunk had was Cooking. And that was some true genius at play.

Sadly Lance's long conversation with his dear friend meant he had spent his entire break talking, not eating. Immortal or not he still needed food. Lack of sleep paired with lack of food was going to wear on him at this point. This called for an after work trip to his favourite lady. Her highness of comebacks, her majesty of sass. The GREAT…...Wendy's only a mile down the road. That always give extra fries with his meals. However for now..back to work with a grumpy stomach. If this was the worst thing that happened today then he'd be happy.

After lunch everything seemed to speed up just as much as it slowed down. In a blink of an eye hours passed and dragged on at the same time. Not soon enough until six pm when he could head out, get food, and then have a date with his bed for the next 24 hours. But nay he looked at his phone, it's cold unforgiving face showed the time as "4:39" which made him groan out nothing to do except to count the seconds until freedom! And delicious, juicy, square burgers with free fries and a super special extra chocolatey chocolate frosty to dip said fries in. Truely paradise awaited him after work. So of course that meant only one thins. The store was DEAD. No one. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Well, no one in his section. Lance caught some people over by the home center. Some in the bath, others in the dollar/clearance area. A few loiters and window shoppers completed the bundle. But his luck continued to be the worst as all he had was a fly that had one wing hopping around his register and his not so moral dilemma of if it was ok to kill a fly already down on it's luck…. In the end it was a stupid thought.

Trying to distract himself with something else then a slowly dying fly he took to gazing out the large window near his section. Never truely a bad time for people watching. Always something going on. He watched them all bundled up for the beginning of chilly weather. Leaves still turning and even some early rebels who left the branches they were once attached to. Lance took to watching some of the people talking. He loved making up what they were saying as they walked by. Oh! There was the oldest man he had ever seen in his life! with, hopefully, his granddaughter…."oh WHY of cOURSE my dear i'll buy you the perfect christmas present!"

"Why grandpappy" he didn't know why he gave her such a country accent. " It's only september!"

"Oh nonsense. I always plan ahead for my favourite grandkid"

They soon walked out of sight. Lance hoped she got that present….enough fake dramatics he turned his attention to a bratty ass kid hopping around, a sour look on his face and with a very exhausted looking father.

"Please settle down toby" because kids who act like this always named Toby,Ryan, or Kevin or something like that.

"I want a red balloon! I Want A Red Balloon! I WANT A RED BALLOON! GIVE ME THE RED BALLOON!" he was shouting so bad.

"ALRIGHT!"

Funny enough they did buy a red balloon from the vendor. "Guess I got lucky there…" Lance might of just been actually reading their lips. He could do that but it ruined the fun of the game. Which wasn't over, He did it a couple more times. He saw a young woman who was walking several dogs. Naturally this meant he had to make a voice for all five of them beautiful puppers in his head. His favourite one was Sharty and he was the most proper british gentleman you've ever met! Because the dog had a golden spot over his eye almost like a monocle,and he snubbed every single thing the other dogs were interested in and was always on time for tea. They walked by pretty fast given the walker was more of a jogger. Another passerby was one of your normal weirdos, the average kind, he...well what was the best way to describe this. The man was holding a pickle jar muttering to it like a phone. Like not even holding it to his ear, acting like it had a bluetooth or something.

Lance imagined him as a businessman since they do that.

" No Johnathan I do not have time for this. I need those charts now! Get someone on it now! And Joseph, make sure to send flowers to Yvette! She just had her baby last night and I do not want to see- What do you mean he has my eyes! You are treading a thin line here Jamison! I WILL NOT HAVE THESE ACCUSATIONS AGAINST ME! GOOD DAY SIR!"

He would admit that it was creepy when the man smashed the pickle jar after Lance thought that, but when the man looked scared trying to pick it up he realised that it must of been an accident. The crowd began to dwindle down now sadly. The sky was more orangey. TIME TO CHECK THE TIME again. Oh daaaaamn he gasped under his breath. It was '5:45! Uugh so clooooooose….fuuuc-" he cleared his throat not wanting him cussing to be on camera at work. Bad enough he'll probably get scolded for just standing there staring out the window...well more leaning. "Close enough" He told himself deciding to do his final rounds then proceed to count down his drawer a bit early,which shouldn't...shouldn't. Take more than 15 minutes tops. Maybe. if he hurries with it. Luckily it wasn't much of a challenge to complete his last look around his section for the day, checking the stock and making sure no one stole, double checking that everything is neat and tidy and locking up what needs to be locked up. With that he took his drawer and started counting and Being the master-pro-top gun at counting he was. He was able to clock out by 6 on the dot. A new record for him! He probably wouldn't be able to manage that ever again. Must be a blue moon.

"Alright alright! Two days off in a row for once. Gonna party with two frosties!" Lance smiled stepping out the back door, keys in hand ready to blow this join. He rounded the corner to where he was parked and froze. Car...His car..….Lance collapsed to the ground gripping his hair "MY CAR!" he screamed, desperately looking around for any signs of who did this "fuck' he groaned. His car was completely vandalized!...the tires were slashed into ribbons!RIBBONS! He could tie them on holiday gifts! His beautifully tinted windows shattered like his soul! Headlights busted in, Spray painted tags all over it's dented form. And the final straw? They took his window dice! That was his lady magnet! "Oh my Baby blue. What did they do to you?! Im so sooooo sorry beautiful" he choked up abit, sappily hugging his car. Wait… He jumped up and began looking for the security cameras. They had to have seen who did this! He would make them pay and ooooh...fuck he just he remembered they still needed to be replaced after those hooligans smashed them with rocks last week, and the ones in front don't' cover the road leading to the employee parking. Shit must of been the same assholes! What did they have against hiiiiiim….. Shitfuckcuntmotherfucker…. this is going to be a bitch to explain to his insurance company…...how will they really believe HE didn't do this?

"Guess I could always just pay to fix it myself, being filthy rich has its perks but but like it's the principle of the thing!" Lance grumbled falling back down with his back against the car, he just wanted to get food and go home. How could this day get any fuckign worse?

"I'm sorry to bother you sir. I heard someone screaming, are you ok?" A gentle, concerned voice. Someone who saw his plight!

He nearly almost cried happy tears, this was lucky he had some help! A witness that he didn't do this himself! Or maybe someone who saw who did this! Even better it was a police officer who could help him file a report! Lance stood back up his hands clutching the police officers. "Officer! Thank all the gods. You've been here most of the morning right? Right? This your patrol area right?!" Lance was pretty sure he saw this cop earlier in the day anyway. Just hopped the man actually saw what happened.

"Um that would be correct sir." They seemed taken back by his sudden closeness. But his kind eyes didn't let on he was annoyed and Lance couldn't care less right now if he were truly honest. He put a lot of work into his Baby Blue. "You didn't happen to see who did this to my car? My baby? Please sir any information you can give me will help! Pleeeease" something in his begging voice made the officer look away, a slight blush. Lance did not question it he was just glad cause it meant that the officer finally actually looked at the mutilated vehicle. "Oh wow. God damn. They did a number on it. I'm so sorry sir I did not see the culprit. Or im not sure. Some kids did run out from back there." After gently pushing Lance away they brought out their phone sending out a text. "Let me get you hooked up with a tow truck. I know a guy. Keith! Very friendly! Works at Garrett's garage. I'm sure he'll help you fix her up. I'll file a report for your insurance and hopefully we can find those kids for questioning." The officer paused looking up from his phone with a simple question. "May I offer you a ride home? Forgive my boldness but you look like you could use some sleep buddy."

Garrett's garage! That's perfect Lance could have Hunk treat his baby blue real nice! About the only real person he trusted with her. "That would be...frankly that'd be a lifesaver..thank you so much officer? Um oh " Lance had to move closer again to read his badge " Shirogane? Am I pronouncing that right? Thank you so much for all your kindness and help. You're a true knight sir." that last part was added for a laugh. The small chuckle he got was worth it.

"Yep that is exactly correct sir! Not many people get it on the first try. Kudos. Anyway Here step into the back of my patrol car. Only true luxury for my damsel in distress. I'll even put the sirens on for you if you'd like so everyone knows your royalty." Officer Shirogane teased a bit at Lance's child like behavior and to be fair Lance kinda did want him to. "No, no! it's fine. Just don't make a show like you're actually arresting me haha! Been there done that in those rebellious teen years." of course jail was a lot harsher in those days….and usually ended in a hanging or the rare beheading..that was not fun. Shaking himself from his thoughts he moved to open the door but before he could the kind police officer to open it for him. So gentlemen like...was what lance would of said except next thing he knew a fucking chloroformed cloth moved around his face. Latching over his mouth with an unfairly strong hand pressing it forcing him to breath it in. He struggled, trying to hold his breath and tried to claw the officer from him but his lungs gave him. He gasped out for air only for dizziness to hit him hard. Black spots in his eyes and soon his body falling back into the body behind him, knees crumbling as he became dead weight held up by the officer.."oh no" he thought just barely before he met his new pale unwilling unconsciousness.

BREAK- RIGHT HERE BITCH

Unlike before where he woke to the soft cover of night, the lulling drum of a car and the beautiful sight of trees. Unlike before where he woke up slowly coming into his own and putting the pieces together. This time was completely and utterly...unlike before.

He was not softly brought out of sleep of his own . In fact he woke up suddenly to freezing as fuck icy water being splashed onto his entire body causing him to jerk awake in an instant hurting himself in his restraints. Lance felt absolutely frigid, shaking, and in an all around panic. Heaving breaths covered by a cloth gag this time. It was dimly lit, could barely see anything in front of his face. And he was frantically trying to look. Trying to commit ever detail he could to memory. There was a table was sitting under a spot light. Making it the only thing visible to him. It had an assortment of medical tools of all kinds from real to obviously custom made,maybe even modeled after movies. Put there to build suspense for what was to come Lance assumed. They glittered as if taunting him. The only other thing on the table were towels or stuff to disinfect. Obviously to make it last longer. If Lance had any real fear of permanent death it probably would be the most terrifying thing he'd ever seen in his life. It was a lot of people's worst nightmares if he were honest. Horror movies used this set up a lot to build fear. Sadly though….this isn't even the first time Lance has been messed with with medical devices.

Lance didn't want to remember that time.

He wasn't sure if it was his look switching from waking terror to one of indifference or just him relaxing. Either way it earned him another dose of cold water. " Fuck!" he yelped from beneath his gag, then using a trick to push it away from his mouth. Lucky for him his new murderer didn't tie it that tight. "Enough with the water! I'm awake!" As he shouted out in frustration. The lights came on after that filling the room in a matter of seconds. Bright as fuck and momentarily leaving him blind as his eyes struggled to adjust. When they finally did he saw who had taken him and well. He wasn't to surprised that he saw the officer from earlier standing in the corner..

"That's not your police uniform." He has no idea why he said that but...No no it was not. Officer Shirogane was wearing a skintight black leather top that hugged his body, pants that did the same, matching leather gloves that went all the way up his arms, and a equally black leather mask covering half his face. For some reason that brought Lance to the attention that he himself was wearing…... nothing. Nude as the day he was born and covered in icy water in a cold basement with a drain in the middle of the room . A room probably custom built for this sort of thing. This thing being...murdering innocent Lances! Ok maybe not innocent. NOT THE POINT. He didn't want to get murder...again!

"So...your own kill room huh? Must of been rough secretly building this? Love the decour. That one fake sunflower really brings out the morgue feel." Really at this point he was feeling very awkward and did not know what to say. So he did what he did best. Run his mouth endlessly. The man wasn't talking just staring with intense eyes that felt like they were eating him alive. It made him struggle in his bounds to try to close his legs, or maybe move his arms down to cover himself. Nothing worked it was all to no avail as he was just as tied up as before. Arms strained up, legs strained down, spread eagle as it were.

Then the officer started moving towards him, a wide walk purposely around the table to bring attention back to it. Only pausing a moment letting a hand gently run across it as if he was going to pick something yet he didn't touch a thing. He only moved past it, and in doing so, closer to Lance. It make Lance whimper and try to look away. Similar to the other night he just wanted this to go quick. Couldn't escape. It seems the universe fucked him over twice by giving him two serial killers who wanted to take their damn time with him. Twice in as many days. He swore if he ever found out who held his thread of fate he was going to kick them so hard.

A hand grabbing his throat brought him back from that train of thought. "Hi" he let out in a wispy voice. It was a firm hold that still let him speak if only just barely. A low laugh from the killer as his hand moved to caress his face, slow rubs against his cheek almost loving in nature. Lance leaned into the touch instinctively, that was his mistake. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! "SHIIT!" from loving to fierce in a moments notice. His cheeks stung. Likely burning red from the slaps he just received. " Please officer." Lance pleaded "Please just let me go I swear I will not tell a soul I promise. Let me go! P-please." He got the feeling this might drag on to long and he did not want to be here for days.

"Your eyes are…" A pause ".. Stunning."

"What….WHAT?" That was the first time he'd heard their voice since Lance woke up to hear...that...insuch a weird tone! That sent a shiver up his spine worse than the water.

"Your eyes. Such a lovely shade of blue. Like endless whirlpools. "

Lance couldn't help but laugh at that, a nervous laugh yet still a laugh. He couldn't help it. His eyes were one of the things he always got complimented on. This situation was ridiculous almost. "Buy me a coffee first, buddy."

That earned him another slap, he hissed clenching his teeth. Trying to calm himself before he got angry. Lance didn't like being slapped. He wasn't really watching what the man was doing. Only listening to his footsteps as he walked to the table. Taking the opportunity while his killer debated what tool to use he decided to actually get a good look at the room he was in….well from where he could turn his head he did not see any door. It could be behind him or hidden. There were cabinets and counters, a sink, a hose connected to said sink. It looked somewhere between a actual doctors office and a slaughterhouse room. And that sunflower he mentioned earlier was there. He would be hard pressed if he didn't admit to being a bit impressed by the amount of work and money it would take to build this kinda room. He bet it was soundproof too.

It didn't take long for his killer to demand his attention once more. This time by cutting into him. He yelled out flinching away from the new cut on his shoulder. His glaring eyes meet the officer's, their eyes looked nearly black to Lance. A glinting scalpel in the killer's hand, it slashed down his cheek now. "FUCK!" another on his other shoulder " Please!" another over his clavicle "Damn that fucking hurts! sTOP! he could feel blood running from each new wound, another added to his untouched cheek now. He inhaled through clenched teeth unable to think from the small stings now covering him. Eyes twisted shut and jaw tightened he braced himself for another cut that didn't come.

He braved opening one eye looking again at the officer his voice a shutter mess as he asked "Si-sir?" They seemed to smile with their eyes at his words. One of their hands held him down as the scalpel dragged across his chest. Just above his nipples from one to the other. Leaving blood dripping down his chest. It was an underline as once it was done the officer continued carving. Lance tried scrambling and twitching, he tried to move away yet was held down on every inch. Tears came before he could stop them, the salty fluid making his cheeks hurt worse. Too focused on what ever was being carved into his chest. It didn't last too long, he saw them pull away the chunks of skin that came off. Blood seemed to be pouring down like a waterfall from it at this point.

While panting, and fighting back the will to puke his head was grabbed,a mirror shoved in his face. Swollen tear stained eyes, blood dripping from many places and the words "MINE" carved into his chest. His killer took off his mask for a moment to kiss the area. "Now everyone will know you were mine first."

"Officer Shirogane please just kill me. I...I can't." He hiccuped and begged. He did not want that word as a scar. If it was on him more than a day it would stay. He couldn't stay here. He needed to die to get this over with!

"Shiro."

" I... What?"

"Call me Shiro."

"O-ok.. Shiro,Sir, Pa- Please kill me?"

The killer purred at his words,kissing the area again. It hurt. He walked away though putting the scalpel in a liquid. Lance followed his movement over to the sink. A grin on a perfect face. If they had met in another time Lance would say Shiro was the most handsome man he'd seen in his life. As it were he was currently Lance's kidnapper, torturer, and murderer. His second one too! God lance wondered what would happen if they found out he couldn't die...He really did not want to have to move after only being settled in this city for such a short time. He wanted to enjoy his time. They wouldn't see a missing persons on the news. Or a body being found. If they both lived here then he'd have to be sure not to come around them and that'd be a hassle! And

"FUCKING HELL!" Lance yelped as more water was being sprayed on him. Washing blood away, drawing more out. He shivered " Fucking hell man! I'm going to die of hypothermia at this rate!" His body was covered in goosebumps. The water was still turned on him, in fact he swore the pressure was turned up, he was shivering so bad, teeth clattering against each other. " please stop i'll be good! I'll be good please sir!"

"Good Kitten. We're going to have so much fun before the night is over."

Lance only whimpered, the way they said that send a shiver through him. "Kitten?" his voice hardly above a whisper as he questioned the term of endearment. It sounded familiar.

"That's right. You're my good little kitten aren't you? I'll make you purr for me." Determination in Shiro's voice, a new tool in his hand. This new tool was not unfamiliar to Lance. He knew what it was for. Most people would know it from A Clockwork Orange. It was used to keep the eye open. Wire speculums he thinks they're called. It's been a while since medical school. Fear of more cold water and the grip on his head prevented him from moving to much as Shiro got it into his left eye. It made his right twitch in sympathy for its neighbor now that it was forced open.

"What are you going to-"

"Shhh, can't let those pretty eyes go to waste right?"

"Wait WAIT WAIT NO!" Lance begged beginning to shake his head. Shiro's grip tightened keeping his head completely still. Telling him without words what it was useless to keep struggling.

Shiro kissed his lips then. Gently pushing at him until he accepted it and begun kissing back. It was warm, and random, it was making his mind him breathless. The pure dominance from the kiss letting him know he had absolutely no control over what was going to happen. Shiro's tongue licking from the kiss, over the cut on his cheek and over his exposed eye. "UH!" Lance didn't expect that at all! 'who licks an eyeball?!" he kept that thought to himself for fear of whatever consequences it could have. One more small peck then Shiro was pulling up a new tool. When had he gotten that?

The next tool was in the hand currently not holding Lance's head in place. It looked like a fucking ice cream scooper, and it was very easy to see what was about to happen. And he could only silently beg for this to finally kill him. It didn't. But he felt it. Oh god did he feel every moment of the scooper being pressed into his eye socket, cutting into the connective cords , vision from it gone in seconds. And he felt it being pulled. Yanked from his head. Felt the tears and blood fall. Shrios hand was cupping it as if it were the most priceless treasure ever. He held it to the light looking it over. Appraising it with...a look of absolute elation on his face. He brought to Lance's seeing eye. Held it out for him to look at. "Fascinating isn't it? The human eye." it wasn't really a question. He kissed it and placed it in a special jar to...preserve it.

At this point Lance did vomit coating the floor and himself. Everything had just been too much. His body was convulsing more than ever before. If he was lucky it would shut itself down. The vile acid from lack of food burned his throat and his wounds. "Fuck fuck fuck" on repeat he said " fuck fuck" until more water sprayed him. It seemed careful to avoid his gouged out eye. Hitting his mouth and everything below.

"Now look at the mess you've made."

"No! You know what shitro? Fuck you! With a capital F! Fuck! You just took my eyeball man! That's sick! YOU'RE SICK! Never in all my years have i..I can't believe my fuckign eye!" Lance didn't know what would be permanent and what wouldn't. What if he woke up tomorrow with his eye gone? It seems to very a very serious wound! Maybe it wouldn't be there. Fuck if he knew and fuck SHITro too!

A smirk, a knowing smirk. " Oh I'm the sick one kitten? You should ask yourself who is really the sick one? The one indulging in something they happily admit to enjoying. Or the one denying they're not enjoying this at all."

"Why in the hell would I enjoy being kidnapped, and tortured, and having my fucking eye torn out!?" Lance didn't know what his own body was up to at this point. He felt intense pain and anger. Maybe something else in the back of his mind...but it wasn't that. He wanted to just die! That's all. To die and to never see Shiro or that mullet man ever again in this life or the next.

And then Shiro had to prove his point by promptly grabbing Lance between his legs. Lance choked from the sudden sensation.

"Then why are you so hard right now my filthy kitten?" Shiro asked with a stupid smirk on his face.

"What?" Lance said through his teeth. " I feel nothing" except he felt everything. He was feeling shiro stroke him, he looked down and he was definitely hard. Something was wrong obviously. This was a trick of his body. He's never enjoyed torture before! ….then again he's never been tortured before. His deaths were always accidental and quick, or punishment related. The regular hanging, firing squad,pyre etc. Always over too quick before he could enjoy….NO NOT ENJOY. "FUCK what is wrong with me?! Get out of my head!" he tried to rationalize it to himself. He was immortal after all. It's only human nature to get curious about stuff. Yeah that's right. He was just experiencing something he hadn't before so his body is reacting to it. That's all!

"AAH!" he moaned feeling Shiro's hand grip harder beginning to jerk him off. "Fuck no stop!"

"Shh it's ok kitten. Just let me take care of you then i'll take care of myself"

"What's that supposed to mean? Oh fuck aah nn" Lance threw his head back, biting his lips, his hips thrusting into his killers hand! Why was he letting this happen?! It felt amazing though. His head dizzy from blood loss in both sense of that right now. The pain aching through his limbs form being constricted, the string of open wounds with the chilly air. Add a hard bit to his neck, more blood to add to the mix. He came faster then he has in a long time. And he did it while calling out his killers name "SHIRO!"

Lance collapsed to the floor, onto the pile of his own blood, cum and vomit that hadn't washed down the drain. Too out of it to move from where he fell or really comprehend that he had been released from his bounds until Shiro moved to lift him to his knees. "Please" he begged not even sure what he was asking for at this point. Shiro simply opened Lance's mouth shoving his cock in before the poor victim could speak more. He proceeded to fuck deep into Lance's throat. Choking him not letting him up for air for even a moment. Harsh vile thrusts. Sputtering coughs and moans coming from the abused. Shiro stopped before he came, pulling out letting Lance hack up and catch his breath. "I think you've got it wet enough~"

Lance's voice was hoarse " Wet enough for what?" he questioned still wondering why Shiro didn't come down his throat. The rational part of his brain screamed for him to run. To get out of there. Find the door and then a cliff to toss himself off of. There was other part of his brain that wanted to take Shiro back deep into his throat and to die with it choking the last breath from him. Lance tried to ignore that part of his brain. It was insistent though. Perking back up as Shiro grabbed his head again, holding his dick steady. Lance was still in a daze. He opened his mouth wide expecting it there. It had made his killer smile so genuinely. Of course that made what came next even better for Shiro. Shiro angled his cock to a very different yet very open hole. With a thrift push he rammed entirely into Lance's open eye socket.

The scream that left Lance's body shook both of them. Shiro shuttered from the vibration it left in his cock. And ravished in every squish of his dick pressing into the bloody socket. Dragging more flaps of flesh and blood with every thrust. Feeling every inch of his impressive length disappear into Lance's skull. Lance was just muttering helplessly in his native language. Shiro paid no mind just continued his rhythm. He started out slowly. Almost like a metronome pace. Shiro rocked back and forth all the way out then in. Lance just sat there drooling unable to think. Or do anything. His hands clenched Shiro's leather pants. It hurt so badly. Shiro's moaning was echoing in the room. He started going faster. Both of his hands on the side of Lance's head pushing and pulling in time with his thrusts. Shiro was brutal at this point sparing no fake kindness. Only slamming his dick into Lance's skull as if it that was it's only purpose. One final slam had his balls pressed to Lance's face, deep as he could go into his socket. They clenched as came letting his seed entangle with the mess inside. Shiro stepped back letting Lance fall to the ground just barely breathing. Bits of brain still hung from his cock. Shiro looked to the corner, he smiled one last time before pressing a button to turn off the hidden camera he had recording.

Slowly he lifted Lance in his arms. "You were such a good kitten. So perfect for me. A fun one to tame. I truly enjoyed our time here together." Shiro kissed Lance's unresponsive lips. "Sadly it's time to go."

Lance was barely aware of what happened after that. It felt like an old vhs tape skipping in his head. Going in and out of a void. His body was trying to repair itself already. When he became vaguely more aware of what was happening they were no longer in the room. They were in the forest. It looked like the same one from the previous night. "What..?" he wasn't even sure he talked out loud until Shiro replied. "Shh. It's ok. Sleep. Rest. you've earned it." Shiro was petting his hair down. Lance realised his body was tied up with chains and probably weighed down. He looked over where he heard rushing water. In september. He would laugh at that if he could. Waking up to frigid water and dying in it. He heard the click of a gun. Unable to look at shiro before

"Good night kitten. Dream of me."


Shiro must have shot him before dumping his body. The next thing he knew he was waking up and proceeding to fall out of his bed. "Fuuuck.." He just looked at the time. It was 4 in the morning. And at least he had two days off. " I need to sort through some issues…" It was time to get drunk as fuck and forget about the fact he just had really fucked up sexual encounters with two serial killers one right after the other. " Therapy would be better but how would I explain. Oh hey im immortal and might be more of a masochist then I ever thought I would ever be?" He was also very glad to note he had both eyes. He looked in the mirror checking himself over. Nothing seemed to have scared. And that was damn good luck. He was worried the word might still be there..

Lance did notice one change. His eye. The one that had been taken. Was now a lighter color. "Guess that is kind of a scar.." it wasn't to noticable luckily. He really needed a drink after today. He'd call up hunk and pidge. Hell maybe even Lotor…..ok maybe not Lotor. Never Lotor.